NeonHorizon: Please read. Just to answer a few questions. Yes, Dabi remembers everything. I've been kind of hesitant to outright have him refer to the Todoroki family as his because I know that the second I do, Horikoshi is going to make it canon that he isn't a Todoroki and then I'll never hear the end of it. I was afraid. But moving forward, I've decided to just go all in and go with the "Dabi is a Todoroki" thing. Also, he hasn't told Sayuri that he's Touya for a number of reasons, but mostly just because he's trying to keep his real identity hidden. He hinted at it in the last chapter because he knew she would forget it.


"Seriously? Just go back to bed." Dabi's irritation was starting to grow. He was already pissed off and jealous, but now Sayuri wanted to go with him. There was no way he could burn up a bunch of weak idiots if she tagged along. That was a side of himself he wanted to keep from her for a while longer.

It was rare to see Sayuri get mad, but when her lilac eyes narrowed on him, it was clear she was not going to let this go. "Don't talk to me like I'm a kid. I just want to see your quirk. You never let me see it."

If he was in a better mood, he would probably think it was cute. The stern tone she was taking, the way her delicate hands curled into fists, the way she took a step toward him as if she was actually threatening. Dabi stared at her for a moment and finally released an annoyed sigh. Crossing to her bedroom doorway, he slipped a hand beneath her chin.

"Fine. You can tag along." His fingertips brushed along her cheek and he smirked. "If it'll stop you from throwing a tantrum," he teased.

Her face turned red and she went back into her room to get dressed. He was still a little irritated, but seeing her get that worked up brought back an amusing memory. One day when she was visiting the house to play with his sister, he and his younger brother were going to play a game. When they told the girls that they were not allowed to play, his sister took it well, but Sayuri argued.

He had gone through so much since he was a kid that she was, sadly, a less significant memory. So much trauma overshadowed the memory of the messy-haired little crybaby she used to be. Even though he had more or less told her, he left out some crucial, defining details just at the off-chance she did remember them in the morning. When she came out of her room, he slung an arm around her shoulder and leaned down to her ear.

"Sure you're up for this?"

"You…think I can't handle a little heat?" Sayuri smiled up at him when he drew away, her cheeks still pink from embarrassment.

"You want me to give you a show?" Dabi smirked and took her hand, leading her out of the apartment.

Walking down the sidewalk in the chilled spring night air, he tried to think of how he could do this. Burning someone alive in front of her was out of the question; she would be horrified. She would probably try to leave him.

I'll just show her a little bit and go out when she falls asleep again, he decided. Slipping into an alley, still holding her hand, he tried to determine if she was really sober now. "You remember what I said earlier?"

Sayuri's hand squeezed his as they walked down the dark alley. "What was it? The part about…having a kid and a house?"

"Yeah. That part." He was actually trying to see if she remembered the part where he confessed that he knew her as a kid, but she seemed to have forgotten. "Wanna have a kid?" he continued.

The pale-haired young woman giggled. "Why? Do you want one? Didn't we already talk about this?"

Dabi looked at her over his shoulder, staring down at his girlfriend in the dim alley and feeling her hand squeeze his again. "Seriously. Do you want one?"

She bit her lip and looked away. "I mean…if you want one. Maybe in the future?" Her voice was quiet and she sounded a little hesitant. Like she was afraid he was going to shoot down the suggestion.

"I guess one would be fine." Imagining the kind of quirk the kid might have, he snickered. Be great if they had healing fire. Set someone on fire to heal them.

When they were a good distance away from the street, he stopped walking and looked around. There was nothing flammable in the area. It was just right to give her a quick demonstration of his quirk.

"Here. Stay close unless you wanna get burned," he warned. Dabi tucked her back against his chest, his right arm wrapped around her waist. Memories of hugging her when they were kids started to come flooding back. Not just the time when she would not stop crying, but a few other times as well. He began to grin as he lifted his left arm and released a long blast of blue flames.

Shift P.O.V

"Ngh! S-so hot!" Sayuri's eyes half-closed as she felt intense heat radiate from the flame in front of her as well as from the man behind her. Despite the discomfort, the magnificent blue shade of his fire was mesmerizing.

Dabi leaned down to the side of her neck. "You want me to really make you hot?" he teased, his right hand drifting from her hip down to her thigh.

Sayuri lifted her hands to wrap her arms around his neck, her back arching when she felt his hot fingertips trail along her inner thigh. Pausing between her legs, she bit back a whimper. He pressed tight against her bottom, rolling his hips and rubbing against her. She could feel him putting pressure between her legs, moving in little circles and teasing Sayuri.

The flames stretched further before abruptly dying as he released a groan. Dabi turned her and lifted her off the ground, making the girl wrap her legs around his waist. He pinned her against the wall to his left, his face burying in the side of her neck as he grinded against her. "Now I've gotta blow off steam a different way. Are you proud of yourself? You feel that, Sayuri?"

Her fingers moved into his dark hair, tugging lightly and biting back a moan as she felt his lips latch onto her neck. She tipped her head back, closing her eyes as his left hand moved between them. Fingers slipped into the waist of her jeans and pulled at the denim, teasing her even more.

Sayuri trailed a hand back from his hair to caress his cheek, wanting to urge him to lift his face from her neck so she could kiss him. Her fingertips became slippery and warm when they touched his cheek. "Dabi? Dabi, wait!"

"What?" It was said in a growl as he lifted his head. Blood was oozing from where his pale, peachy skin met the damaged, purplish skin beneath his eye. The blood was thick and ran down his cheek like a tear when he had his head up; lazily dripping from his jaw and speckling the front of Sayuri's shirt.

"What is this?! What happened?" Before he could offer an explanation, her panic caused her quirk to activate. She gripped his shoulders tightly as a thin slit opened beneath her left eye and blood trickled down her face.

Dabi's intense, turquoise eyes narrowed and he ran his thumb along the trail of blood. "Why'd you do that? I didn't tell you to-"

"I didn't want to see you hurt!" she argued, her nails sinking into his shoulders through his jacket. "But…what happened? Was it because you used your quirk?"

He let her wipe the blood off of his cheek and set her down so she was standing on her own. "Doesn't matter. Come on; we'll finish this at home."

Sayuri cleaned the cut when they got back to the apartment and frowned as she looked at it in the mirror. When it transferred to her body, it felt different from a normal cut. If she took a normal cut from someone, like a paper cut or a knife cut, she was able to feel the slicing sensation when she took the wound. This time, she felt her flesh splitting open.

What is it? Why did it happen? He got really hot when he used his quirk. Did that cause his skin to split? She carefully put a small bandage over the cut and yelped when she spotted him in the bathroom mirror, standing in the doorway behind her. Turning to face him, her frown deepened. "You scared me."

"Want me to make you feel better?" He smirked as warmth rose to her face and he beckoned with a finger. "Come on."

She watched him walk away and followed slowly, her pulse racing with anticipation. As upset as she was about his quirk making him bleed, she had to admit that seeing his fire was exciting. The color, the heat, even the way he held her while he was releasing the flame. It was exhilarating and it got her excited in more way than one.

As she approached her bedroom, she saw him sitting against the headboard wearing only a smirk. Again, he beckoned her closer. Sayuri could feel heat running through her; warming her face to a pinkish shade and making her press her thighs together tightly. She climbed onto the end of the bed and decided to try to be enticing. The pale-haired woman crawled toward him, moving her hips side to side and trying to tease him.

It worked a little too well. Dabi leaned forward and grabbed the collar of her t-shirt to pull her closer. He twisted and pinned her down on the bed, his hands running along her sides and hooking his fingers into the waist of her jeans on both sides. Soon her clothes were on the floor with his and she felt the heat of his bare skin against hers.

Sayuri's fingers threaded into his hair as she felt a hand massage one side of her chest as the other reached between them. She gasped as a fingertip brushed over her heat and bucked her hips in response. He brought his lips to hers, smothering a moan as he slipped two digits into her core. Driving them in and out at a lazy pace, making her beg against his lips for him to go faster.

"You're dripping," he taunted as he finally broke the kiss. Leaning back a little, he smirked down at her and let her fingers caress his damaged, purplish cheek. "My quirk's that much of a turn on? Look at how much you're blushing. You hear that sound you're making? Tell me how much my quirk turned you on, Sayuri."

She felt his fingers go still and a whine started in her throat, but she refused to let it out. Biting her lip, Sayuri's lilac eyes silently begged him to keep going, but he was clearly having too much fun teasing her. He left her feeling empty and drew his warm, wet fingers over her skin. Pausing at the sensitive bundle of nerves before pressing down.

Her eyes went wide and a strangled moan escaped her. She gripped his hair tighter and her hips lifted off of the bed. "P-please!"

"Tell me how my quirk made you get this wet," he persisted. "I won't let you finish if you don't."

"That's…not fair!"

"Life's not fair sometimes, babe."

Feeling like she was being pushed toward the edge, only for him to suddenly stop, was unbearable. Sayuri could feel her will starting to break. The embarrassment was overshadowed by her desire for release so she gave in. "Your quirk…t-turned me on," she said in a very quiet voice.

Dabi's grin spread and his fingers drifted downward, sliding along her heat. "What? I couldn't hear you. Say it louder."

Tears of frustration started to burn at the corners of her eyes and she gritted her teeth. "Y-your quirk is a turn on! Please!" She felt his hand move away again, slipping down her thigh. "Your quirk turned me on! Please, please just-!"

He slid his elbows behind her knees and pushed upwards, bringing her thighs against her chest and opening her legs. "That's more like it. You want your reward?"

Sayuri's eyes widened again, her pulse skipping as she felt him brush against her core. "Yes! Please, Dabi!" Her head pressed hard against the pillows as she felt him sheath himself in her heat, his hands gripping the sheets. He groaned when he entered and closed his eyes, holding still for a moment.

Staring up at him through her lusty haze, there was a fluttery sensation in her chest. She studied the cocky smirk he wore when his eyes opened, the hint of smugness blending with pleasure. The way the staples at the corners of his mouth caught the light and strained against his skin. The way his body still felt hot from using his quirk in the alley.

She wanted to kiss him, but her legs were in the way. The best she could do was reach a hand over to his and lace their fingers as he started to drive his hips down into hers. They had done it in a few positions in the past, but never like this. She had never done it this way with any guy before, but she could definitely feel a difference. It felt like he was hitting deeper than he usually did and when his left hand slipped between them to tease her, Sayuri quickly reached her first release.

He went for longer than usual, bringing her to the edge multiple times before he finally got to his. Releasing deep into her and staying inside as he let go of her legs. Dabi slid his arms around her waist and managed to turn them so she was straddling his hips with him still buried in her. He brought her head down to rest against his chest and he ran his fingers through her hair.

She was panting and gratefully nuzzled her cheek against his chest, enjoying the sound of his heart beating. "So…what was with that new position?"

His eyes had been closed, but now he looked down into her lilac eyes. "Just something new. What? You like it?"

"It was good," she agreed, smiling. Sayuri leaned up and brought her lips to his. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the dark hair at the back of his head. When the kiss broke, she decided to tease him just a little more before they both went to sleep. "You know, you said my hips would hurt. But I feel fine."

Dabi was already starting to doze off a little and gave her a lazy half-smile. "I've got you all day tomorrow, right?"